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Chapter 19: Ain't Nothin'

The next couple of weeks were rough for the new parents. Brooke would either get up every two hours to feed Dean in the nursery or Daryl would bring him to her if she was still asleep. Brooke had always been a light sleeper but this situation changed that. She slept whenever she could and Daryl would try after work to get as much sleep as he could. By the time Dean was eight weeks he could go a little longer without feedings but only by an hour and a half. Daryl walked into their bedroom and saw Brooke with Dean up against her legs which were huddled a little to her chest. He laid back on them but he was sitting up right. He admired his hands but looked up at Brooke with his bright blues whenever she talked. She grabbed his small arms and he gripped on to her thumbs.

"Whatcha doin' baby?" She asked. He gripped some of her hair but didn't pull it hard. She made a playful 'ouch' and Dean almost smiled. "Come on Dean, just one smile for Momma?" Daryl walked over and sat down next to them. "Hey, how was work?"

"It was good, not much happened today." He replied and gave her a kiss. He reached out for Dean and put his legs in the same position as Brooke's. Dean put his fingers in his mouth as he lifted him up and over into his lap with a little bounce.

"He's like you, he doesn't smile all that much." She joked as she relaxed against Daryl.

"You ain't gonna smile for Momma?" he asked Dean and he grunted. Daryl smirked as Brooke chuckled. Brooke lifted her head to look at Daryl. He made a face at Dean that he used in a lot of pictures. He stuck his tongue out to the side a little and widened his eyes. Dean smiled at him and reached for him. Brooke popped up and gasped. "So you're gonna smile for Daddy, huh?"

"Oh my gosh he smiled!" Brooke enthused. "Do it again, see if he'll do it!" Daryl did the face again and Dean smiled again. Brooke reached for an old style camera that would print out the pictures instantly, a gift from T-Dog. "Keep smiling Dean!" she said and held up the camera. She clicked the button and the picture developed after a couple of minutes. It was a cute picture of Daryl and Dean's side profile with Dean smiling and Daryl's tongue sticking out. Daryl's hair had grown a little longer but Brooke always liked it longer, it suited him better. Dean stuck his head out towards Brooke and she sighed. "I've got to feed him, come here Dean." She said and Daryl handed Dean over. Later that night Daryl gave Dean a bath. Dean loved to take baths and he loved playing with the water by smacking his hands in it, which always got Daryl's shirt wet. He always got sleepy after his bath so Daryl laid him down in his crib with his favorite stuffed Pooh Bear. He slowly walked out and lightly closed the door. He turned and found Brooke reading in her favorite chair. He walked over and knelt down next to her.

"He's asleep." He said and Brooke looked down at his shirt. She laughed but covered her face with her book.

"I'm sorry, it's only with you though." She laughed and lifted her head. "He only plays with the rubber ducky when I bathe him." She leaned over and kissed him. He brought his hands to her waist and hers went around his neck. "It's been eight weeks." She said against his mouth. "I'm fully recovered now." She didn't have to tell Daryl twice. He picked her up fireman style and he walked her into their room.

Three months old:

Daryl opened the door to Dean's room and saw him swivel his head towards him. Dean smiled and moved his arms while he kicked his legs. He made some cute noises as Daryl came over to him.

"Hey Dean." Daryl said as he picked him up. He blew raspberries into his neck and the Dean laughed. "You're awake now, that's for sure." He grabbed the Pooh Bear and Dean reached for it. Daryl let him have it and Dean hugged it as he bit on the ear. "Don't do that, Momma worked hard to make that." Daryl snapped playfully and Dean looked up from the ear. "Come on, let's go for a walk with your Momma, it's my day off today." They walked down the stairs and Dean gurgled and pointed at Brooke. She laughed as Dean reached for her. Daryl was wearing his usual except he was cleaner now, Brooke was wearing a long-sleeved, black t-shirt, some jeans, and a pair of Vans. Dean on the other hand had on a blue onesie with a puppy on it. Dean had grown more dark hair and his eyes had gotten even brighter. His cheeks had begun to get fuller and had chubby cheeks. Brooke had lost a lot of the baby weight but Daryl didn't care if she kept it or not. It was December and it wasn't as cold as it usually was. Dean loved to go out on walks so they decided to go to the park to walk around.

"Come here baby." She cooed and Dean reached his arms out towards her. Daryl went over to Brooke and gave her a kiss on the cheek when he handed Dean over. Dean grabbed her shirt and pulled on it. "No more breast feeding, honey." She told him but he kept pulling. She grabbed his small hands. "No." she told him and he pouted. "I didn't think it would be this hard to wean him off." She sighed.

"He's stubborn." Daryl replied.

"He's learned from both of us then." She said and Daryl smirked. Dean squeaked as he saw himself in the mirror. He smiled at his reflection. "You like your reflection?" she asked the baby.

"He's pretty good looking." Daryl quipped.

"Like his Daddy." She said and Dean looked at her again. "Yes you are!" she told him in her baby voice and he grabbed her nose. "Agh!" she snapped playfully. Dean laughed at her and she shook her head. They both loved the fact that he was such a happy baby. It was probably the largest amount of happiness they had seen from one person before. She set him in his stroller and they walked out the door. Daryl wrapped an arm around her waist as Dean pointed at things and made his cute noises.

"So, Becky and Merle are at the park today too." Brooke told Daryl.

"Meghan likes the park too?" Daryl asked.

"She loves it. She loves rough housing with Merle apparently." She added.

"It's still kinda weird to see him like that." Daryl said. "It's just taking some getting used to still."

"Some?" Brooke asked and Daryl chuckled.

"Alright, a hell of a lot." He replied. "Is it weird seeing me as a dad?"

"I don't think so." She answered. "I think it suits you well. You were never into drugs or stuff like that. I mean, you've smoked before but that's not nearly as bad as illegal drugs. I think you look great as a dad."

"Thanks. How often have you been taking Dean on walks?" Daryl asked.

"Three or four times a week." She replied. "He loves seeing all the things that go on in town. I'll kind of miss it when I go back to work."

"I thought you weren't going to go back to work?" He asked.

"I need to work Daryl, you know how I love to work." She sighed. "Carol said she would watch him and Becky would watch him too. Besides Herschel needs my help at the hospital since we're the only doctors in town."

"As long as they're watching them it's okay." He said. "I trust them so they'll look after him right."

"I know they will." She said and he kissed her temple.

"When did you decide to go back to work?" he asked.

"Not too long ago." She said. "Just sitting at the house would drive me crazy."

"I know, I know." Daryl nodded as they entered the park. They saw Becky, Merle, and Meghan were sitting at a bench as they walked in.

"Aunt Brooke! Uncle Daryl!" Meghan squealed and ran over to them. Brooke bent down and swooped her up.

"Hey chicky!" Brooke greeted and Daryl was next to receive a hug.

"Hey kiddo!" he greeted her.

"Hey guys!" Brooke greeted the other two. They chatted for a little while until Meghan wanted to go on the swings.

"Alright, you wanna come too?" Merle asked Dean.

"I'll go." Daryl told Brooke. He picked up Dean and the men, plus Meghan, walked over to the swing set. Daryl sat on the swing as he held Dean and he lightly swung. Dean laughed and looked around. Brooke and Becky sat down at the bench as she watched her boys. She smiled softly at the two as she bent over and held her head up with her hand. She loved how much Daryl was actually smiling and not just his smirks. She loved how much time he spent with Dean. She loved him and she loved her son.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Becky sang and Brooke laughed.

"Just how awesome it is." She replied.

"Higher Daddy!" Meghan ordered Merle.

"She's got him wrapped around her finger it looks like." Brooke smiled.

"You've got that right." Becky replied. "So, I have some news."

"Well spill it." Brooke replied.

"You ready?" Becky asked her and Brooke looked at her.

"Just freakin' tell me it, Becky!" Brooke ordered.

"I'm pregnant." She smiled and Brooke's jaw dropped.

"Holy shit, really?" Brooke asked in a hushed tone.

"Yeah. I'm six weeks right now." Becky smiled.

"Oh my God!" Brooke jumped as she giggled. "Does he know yet?"

"No, I can't figure out a way to tell him." Becky sighed and pursed her lips.

"Hey punk, I'm pregnant." Brooke offered and Becky laughed. "Does Meghan even know?"

"Hell no." Becky shook her head. "You know how possessive she is. I've been trying to teach her to share but now I'm becoming desperate."

"Maybe I can take care of her one day before I go back to work. You know, try and get her adjusted to another baby in the house. She'll see it won't be so bad." Brooke offered and Becky nodded.

"That sounds good." Becky replied. They looked back over as the men were coming back. "Don't say a word to Daryl."

"You have my silence." She replied and they laughed.

"What're you two talkin' about?" Merle asked.

"Nothing." They replied in unison.

"You two seemed a little too jumpy to be talkin' about nothin'." Daryl replied.

"Mind your business Dixon." Brooke smirked as she sat up. "Did you like the swing?" she asked Dean and he made a gurgling noise. Merle, Becky, and Meghan left so the others stayed. They laid out a blanket and Brooke pulled some toys out of her bag. Daryl laid Dean on his stomach and Brooke placed a toy to the side of him. Dean pushed himself up a little and rolled himself over. Dean's eyes grew wide and the parents laughed. "Good job baby!" Brooke enthused and kissed his cheek.

"Nice!" Daryl said and kissed his other cheek. They did this for a little while longer until Dean got tired. They laid him on his stomach as he played with a toy. Daryl and Brooke lied next to him. "What were you and Becky talkin' about?"

"I told you it was nothing." Brooke replied.

"I know it ain't nothin', tell me." Daryl said.

"No." Brooke said.

"So it was something." Daryl smirked devilishly.

"Dang it." She cursed herself. "Just let it go, okay?"

"No, tell me." Daryl persisted. Brooke rolled her eyes and turned to face him. She pulled his head towards hers and kissed him. His hands went into her hair but she pulled away after a little bit.

"If you stop asking me about that you will see this and more tonight." Brooke said and Daryl squinted his eyes at her. "I win."

"Fine." He grunted and she laughed. Daryl grabbed Dean and placed him on his stomach and chest. Dean reached his hand up and grabbed Daryl's stubble covered chin so Daryl looked down at him. Dean was breathing hard out of his mouth trying to touch Daryl's cheek. "You better go to sleep tonight."

"Alright, we better head home before it gets dark." Brooke smiled and Daryl sat up with Dean. He helped Brooke up and he went to go put Dean back in his stroller while Brooke gathered up the blanket.